"Do you think it's possible?" Haoyu laughed shamelessly.
Now that Su Nian has regained her memory, everyone knows the two children are his. Now he has no reason to let them go; he didn't hold them as children, but now he wants to make up for it little by little.
Yixin turned his head coldly, "If you're sincere, you should let us ride on your shoulders."
"If you like, you're welcome to." Haoyu smiled faintly.
Yiqiao blinked innocently, "Both of us together?"
Haoyu spat blood; one would be fine, but two riding on his shoulders—that's bound to break!
Carrying the two children all the way inside, especially with Yixin's icy face and indifferent attitude, left everyone who saw them in shock. All the way to the top floor, Haoyu carried them to the president's office. When passing by Su Nian's old studio, Yixin patted Haoyu's shoulder, "Stop!"
